The Erotica of Al X : Dominating Doris - Episode 1
(MF Anal Oral FDom Panty)
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Summary: After learning of her neighbor's secret desire, Doris invites him over and begins her dominance of him.
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Working in the basement, I could hear the muffled voices of the neighborhood women upstairs. They were talking and laughing, and as the night progressed (and they drank more) their voices and laughter grew louder. By midnight it was easy to make out what they were saying, and they were so drunk that they started talking candidly about sex with their husbands.
Joe's wife, Carla, complained that Joe was too quick and too rough. "I wish mine would get rough!" Hank's wife, Doris, joked. "I like it rough!"
Thomas's wife, Susan, complained that Thomas was more interested in TV than sex. And Rob's wife, Ann, joked that her husband was better than her vibrator - "But that's only because the battery died!"
I was curious to hear my own wife's comments. At first Caroline was complimentary - "I like it. It's good." - but then she hesitated and began to open up. "But some of the stuff he wants to do, I don't know, it's gross." I knew what she was talking about but I hoped she wouldn't elaborate. But Doris egged her on, prodding her, until Caroline said, "He wants to lick me - back there."
"Your ass?" Doris laughed loudly. She was the least attractive of our neighbors - kind of heavy, a bit manly - and the most outspoken. "He wants to lick your shithole?"
Some of the women laughed. My wife let out a loud Ugh! "It's disgusting. it's just not right."
Stuck in the basement I got angry. How could Caroline tell them? And how could I face these women again? What would they think of me? Fortunately the conversation moved to Doris, who started joking about how she once tried to use her vibrator on her husband. "He started sqealing like a pig!"
I stayed in the basement for another hour, waiting for the women to leave. They were all pretty loaded and I figured my wife's revelation would be forgotten in the morning.
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Two Sundays later, after a short neighborhood walk, I passed Doris's house. She was sitting on her front stoop, in a light sundress. I threw her a wave. She waved back and called out: "Hey, Al, I have something for your wife." As I crossed the lawn, she stood up. Her sleeveless dress swayed in the afternoon breeze. Her hair was tied back in a pony tail. "Is Denise home?"
"No, she's at the craft show with Ann." I thought she knew this.
"Come inside; I have her Tupperware." She opened the door and stepped inside. "Out for your usual Sunday walk? It's a good day for it."
Doris was my least favorite neighbor. She was always too loud, too outspoken, too bossy, and we had never really hit it off. I never found her attractive; her body seemed as sloppy as her clothes. But following her inside I did notice the silhouette of her underwear -- tight boy-shorts were wrapped around her chubby ass. Now THAT I did find attractive.
She offered me something to drink. When I declined she told me to sit on the sofa while she looked for the Tupperware. I watched her crisscross the room: "Now where did I put it?" She walked to the chair across from me and knelt one knee on it to peek behind the chair. "Ah, there it is," she said, indicating a table behind the chair. She placed her other knee on the chair and leaned over the chair back.
With her back arched, her rear end was sticking out in my direction. Between the room's lighting and the way her dress got pulled tight against her, I got a great view of her panty-covered ass. I tried not to look but for a moment i was mesmerized by it. And then I heard her: "Are you staring at my ass?" She sounded annoyed, maybe even a little mad.
I was embarrassed and flustered. "Sorry, I, uh, ..." I shook my head and looked down at the floor.
"What would Caroline think about you checking out my ass?" She got off the chair and walked towards me. "You know, Hank doesn't think much of my ass. He says it's too fat." She was now right in front of me. She tossed the tupperware containers on the sofa and turned around. "What do you think?" she asked. "Is my ass too fat?"
As I was seated, her ass was about a foot away from my face. It was on the larger side, but curvy, not flabby. I watched as she pulled the dress until it was almost skin-tight against her butt. I was nervous and even a bit afraid, but I was excited, too, turned-on to be seeing her panty through the thin fabric. "It's nice," I said in a quiet voice.
She pulled the dress back and forth, as if she were drying herself off with a towel, and this caused her butt to rotate to and fro. I just sat there staring at it, and got an even better view when she took a step backwards, closer to me. She must have recently showered, for the smell of soap wafted towards me.
"Do you want to touch it?" Her voice was low, but held a touch of disdain in it. "You do, don't you?"
Part of me knew I should have left the house then and there, but the other part of me couldn't help but answer: "Yes."
Her dress loosened and began to rise, exposing more of her chubby thighs, until the bottom of the dress was just below her round cheeks. Then she pulled her dress up higher and fully exposed her panty-clad ass. The panty was somewhat sheer, and I could make out the crack of her butt. "Touch it," she said, more a command than a request. "I won't tell."
I was so easily coaxed. I lifted both hands and placed them full on her butt. I began to knead her flesh, and as I did this she jutted her butt out towards me at me. "Are you enjoying this?"
"Yes," I told her.
"Do you get turned on by playing with a woman's ass?" When she heard my meek 'yes' she asked: "And what about my panty? Does that turn you on, too?"
Caroline must have revealed my panty fetish to her as well. I should have been angry, but i was too excited. "It's very sexy," I told her.
She stepped away. "If you're going to service my ass, you must assume the proper position."
The words took me by surprise and it took a second to realize what she wanted. I had never been submissive with Caroline; but the prospect of it with Doris was a complete turn-on. I pushed myself off the sofa and knelt down on the floor, right behind her, until my face was level to her chubby ass. And although I was ready to touch her, I knew I needed her permission. "May I touch you?'
She turned her head and looked down at me. She had a cruel smile, but she nodded her head. "You may touch my ass."
My hands reached up and over to her butt. My fingers crisscrossed the panty, my fingertips gliding over the fabric. I ran my forefinger along the top of her panty - along the line where her ass met the curve of her back - then down the side and along the legband. It dipped into her crotch and over to the other leg, then up again. Emboldened, I even ran my finger over the panty down her crack.
"Are you a panty pervert, Al?"
I nodded. "Yes, I guess I am."
"Do you like to smell dirty panties? Does that get your cock hard"
She couldn't see my erection, but I was hard as a rock. "Yes, it turns me on."
"Caroline does know you're a panty sniffer." The way she said this made it sound like she was filing this away for future reference. Then she asked: "Would you like to sniff my panties, Al? To smell my ass through these dirty panties?"
"Yes. I want to smell your ass." I looked up at her and waited. She turned her head and raised her eyebrow. Again, I knew what she was expecting. "Please let me smell your ass, Doris."
"Is that the proper way to address me?"
I thought for a second. "Please let me smell your ass, Mistress Doris."
She smiled. "You may."
And then I moved my face closer. At first I brushed my cheeks back and forth over her panty, pressing my cheeks against her ass. I rubbed my face in a circular motion, trying to savor her whole butt. Then I rested my nose in the center of her ass, at the top of her panty. With my nose pressed against her, I lowered my head; my nose slowly followed the crack of her ass. There was no odor until I got lower and my nose neared her rosebud. Here I stopped and I pressed my nose deep into her crevice. I breathed in the pungent aroma.
"You're a good asshole sniffer, Al," I heard her say. "Is there anything else you want to do?'
I as too far gone to stop: "May I lick your asshole, Mistress Doris."
"Caroline was right - you are a dirty pervert. You really want to lick my shithole?"
I hated the words she was using, but I couldn't deny it: "May I please lick your shithole, Mistress?"
"Very well," she answered in a resigned tone. But first she changed positions. She knelt on the floor, then lowered her chest to the floor. In this position only her ass was in the air. "Suck my ass, you dirty pervert."
I moved closer to her and slid my hands onto her thigh. I lowered the panty just an inch to reveal the top of her crack, then lowered my face to take the first lick of her crack. It tasted like soap, but I loved the way my tongue seemed to belong in her crack. As my tongue descended, I pushed her panty lower, until it was just below her hole. When my mouth neared her rosebud, I spread her cheeks wide and let the tip of my tongue dip into her anal opening.
I sucked for a few moments, tongue-fucking her hole, then heard her order: "Finger my cunt,"
"Yes, Mistress," I replied. I slid her panty down to her thighs and moved one hand to massage her pussy . I was amazed at how wet she had gotten - the juices were literally flowing out of her. My fingers wound through her damp pubic hairs and found her slit, and soon I was using my fingers and tongue to fuck her front and back.
She was loving it, moaning, gasping, talking dirty to me. I rubbed myself through my pants, and sensed she was reaching the edge. I speeded up the rhythm and slipped another finger into her vagina, and soon her body tensed up. As she started to cum I kept up my actions, and didn't stop until her moaning stopped.
After I pulled my fingers from her vagina, she rolled over onto her back. "Lick them," she ordered, pointing to my fingers. I raised my fingers to mouth to taste her juices and she lifted one leg until her foot rested on my crotch. She rubbed my swollen member with her foot. "Do you want to cum?"
"Yes, Mistress. Please let me cum."
She had me undo my pants and then my underwear. "Let me see you jerk off," she said, and I obliged. As I stroked myself, I stared at her, at her wet pussy and spread legs, and at her icy expression. She was obviously enjoying controlling me. When she sat up, she reached over and grabbed my balls, and fondled them as I continued to jerk off. I was close to cumming and she knew it. She suddenly squeezed harder, and commanded me to stop. I did. I released my throbbing member, while she squeezed my balls until they hurt. She was in a position of power; I had become her willing sex slave.
Finally she said, "You may cum."
I thanked my mistress, and resumed jerking. She loosened her grip but kept squeezing my balls, and within seconds my hand was filling up with globs of hot cum. I kept the spurts in my palm.
"Lick it up," she commanded.
I didn't want to, but feeling I had little choice, I raised up my hand. I smelled the bleach-like aroma of own cum, then began to lick it out of my palm. It felt hot in mouth, sickly tangy, and although I started to gag, when Doris said "Swallow," I obeyed.
After it was over, I felt ashamed, frightened, and wanted to flee. I didn't speak. I just grabbed my underwear and as I slipped them on Doris kept a watchful stare, eyeing me as if she owned me. And, in a way, she did. Waves of guilt overcame me. "We shouldn't have done this," I said meekly.
Doris laughed. "But we did, Al. We did. You licked my ass. You fingered my cunt. You jerked off for me and even ate your own cum. We did all that." She watched me stand up to put on my pants, and continued staring as I tucked in my shirt and headed for the door. "Do you know what else you're going to do, Al?" She waited for me to look back at her, then added: "Anything I want!"
Written during April, 2007 / Revised April 28, 2007
The author welcomes your comments and suggestions for future stories.
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